tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84954032012-02-16T05:16:02.554-06:00Some hopefully insightful, mostly mundanely boring, thoughts and experiences of this young woman. Big Break hasn't panned out yet....but forging on, knowing that at least 5 people like me, hey, its about quality, not quantity right?S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.comBlogger6591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-32613457362834512872010-02-18T13:54:00.002-06:002010-02-18T15:12:46.632-06:00

The time is dragging by...usually by this time in the afternoon zips by seeing as how I feel as though I need to buckle down so that it looks like I've accomplished something, but this afternoon is creeping along at snail pace. I suppose not filling my time with searching out JET interview tips is leaving me at a loss for work distractions. Speaking of my interview, I feel slightly more

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It's that time of year again. In a little over a week from now I will once again suffer through my JET interview. One would think that since I've been through it once, I would feel more prepared, but I don't. I can only hope that I can be a bit more relaxed and confident seeming, at least I have a better idea of what they might ask me, I think anyways.I started seeing a shrink again. I don't

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Ah goodness. Guess I haven't felt like updating my blog much lately...what does need some serious updating is my flickr account.A couple weeks ago I was certain that I needed to see a shrink as the funk was taking over. This week I'm feeling considerably better. We shall see how long that lasts. It seems lately that my funk likes to fall by the wayside only to come back with a vengeance in a few

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-34100774338928046972009-10-29T23:39:00.004-05:002009-10-30T09:02:22.097-05:00

I am eight years old and it is Christmas Eve. Having endured the long day of anticipation, as well as the torture that is my mother's traditional oyster stew, I was ready and waiting by the lit tree. Like most children of the 80's, I have hope that my coveted talking cabbage patch is one of the neatly wrapped packages under the tree. Being the youngest and most eager, I wait for the rest of my

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I am trying to get motivated enough to at least accomplish a spot of exercise today. After a long and busy weekend during which I exhausted myself, I finally have a day off with no agenda. Well, I had a few items on my agenda, such as cleaning my ridiculously cluttered room, exercising and attempting to fix my car door handle that I stupidly dented in/broke off by miscalculating my ability to

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I'm pretty sure I missed my blogiversary again.So, after spending 6 hours on Sat. looking for appropriate flapper style attire to wear to the 1929 party I was attending at which a young gentleman that I have a slight crush on was supposed to also attend, well, it was a major bust. Not only did I not find a suitable dress, but the object of my affections was not in attendance at said party. Man,

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It happened the summer following my freshman year of high school. My two sisters, brother and myself were on a sibling camping adventure. On our agenda...whitewater rafting. I'm neither athletic nor adventurous, therefore the prospect of whitewater rafting sent my heart a-palpitating. When we found ourselves running late the morning that we were to embark on this endeavor, I felt hopeful. The

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I am pert near exhausted...I do believe I have been "out" practically every night for easily the last three weeks, if not five or six. I haven't been this social since I was in my roaring 20's, and I'm beat. In fact, after I finish work this evening I plan on taking a power nap and then possibly attending bar trivia. The rest of the week, however, looks to be a bit slower then the previous few

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Oh blog, how I have abandoned thee.Well, last time I posted I had just turned 30, felt the loss of my friend's band and had a falling out with a friend. The friend and I made up a couple months later, and I am still 30 and still a little heartbroken over the demise of my friend's band.But man, has it been a busy summer. Lots of weekends out of town, a trip to Philly, and attendance of goings on

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Well, I'm sitting here in my dark and chilly home feeling sad cause all my friends are out enjoyingGrizzly Bear, to which I had a ticket but lost said ticket, I am so majorly bummed right now, and feel like a dolt. I'm pretty sure it fell out of my wallet, I was probably drunk when it happened. Oh well, those are the consequences of drinking heavily I guess.Facebook is being stupid...ah facebook,

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\I'm a bumpkin...as in I will be toothless for at least 6 months. Yes, my molar has finally bit the dust, and now it won't be biting anything anymore, it has been yanked from my jaw, leaving an empty gaping hole. I miss it. I will also miss smoking. If anyone cares about the long and sordid tale of the life and death of my tooth, I will regale it...The story begins way back in college, I believe

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I just severely porked out right now for lunch, after my dinner last night of cake scraps and frosting and whipped cream I'm feeling mighty portly. Remember when I used to post on this thing like, almost every day? Maybe I'll try that again.

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That's where I'll be if I don't get into JET next year. Oh, so for any of my vast readership that hasn't heard the news, I was chosen as an alternate for JET, and I just decided to turn down my chance of being upgraded in the following months for a variety of reasons, mostly because I don't want to have to move in with my mother if I gave up my housing situation and then didn't get upgraded. Part

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Hmm, well, it has been an interesting few days.First of all, I'd like to expound on my opinion of the film "He's Just Not That Into You", which highlights the "delusions" of women and their supposed desperation to "read too much into" the supposed obvious disinterest of the object of their desire. However, it does not address why the hell the men give the mixed signals in the first place. For

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So next week I head to Chicago to have my JET interview, I'm quite excited that I at least made the first cut. Of course I'm a tad nervous, as I hear the program is pretty competetive, and I've also read that I should know a fair amount about Japan and it's history and also American history...and I know next to nothing about either. I dunno, I don't interview well, I am not a quick thinker who

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That is what I like to think of myself as, a breath of fresh air.It has been confirmed by the blogosphere...all the eligible men are taken, so there is no point. I actually gave a go at fulfilling one of my goals and giving a young man the f*** me eyes this past weekend. He wasn't quite a stranger as I've met him a couple times before which made it easier, and more laughable since I frankly can't

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-84914615047842585022009-01-08T09:28:00.002-06:002009-01-08T13:13:21.292-06:00

I'm re-watching old episodes of Felicity again, I had forgotten how embarrassing Felicity is during her freshman year, and I find Ben to be more attractive, when in the past I've always thought Noel was more attractive. I think this is telling, and not in a good way...Ben is the popular dude who can get any girl, is more insensitive than Noel (although Noel certainly has his moments), and a

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I was told by my brother-in-law that I "better do some baking" for Christmas this year, though I do believe I've baked at least one cream cheese sugar cookies every year in the past few years anyways. So I'm exhausted but I'm baking some damn cookies, along with some cupcakes. But watch, I'll bring my slaved over baked goods to Christmas and they probably won't get eaten because there will

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I feel ill, self induced by over-eating and over-drinking no doubt. I nominate myself for "roll of the day". Well, I do believe I have officially stopped thinking about anything of any importance. I have, however, obsessed lately over cat urine and holiday crafting. I also have a pathetic tale to tell for your reading pleasure...Yesterday being the arrival of recently posted about young man, I

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I'm currently trying to de-frag my laptop because it is so damn slow, and then rip some cd's so that I can sell them so that I'll hopefully have enough money to prevent overdrawing my checking account. Good times. My goal was to be fabricing my walls today, but that is just going to have to wait I guess.Boy, I feel I was quite nuerotic in my last post, clearly I don't get out much. Actually, I

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-73928551425834991172008-11-07T09:47:00.007-06:002008-11-07T13:19:03.815-06:00

So yeah, I'm kinda petty about stupid things, I never said I wasn't weird, or petty. I may in fact be one of the most petty people I know, the stupidest things make me angry. I get angry when people are trying to be nice to me, depending on what they are being nice about of course (like telling me my lunch looks good), which is just weird and I'm sure means I'm mentally ill in some way. Please

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We aren't supposed to be "fat-talking" here at work, but I am, my friends, large and in charge. I haven't weighed myself in the past couple weeks (scale went -very slightly- down last time I did), however I have been porking out on candy and baked goods, as if there is literally no tomorrow which will bring more candy/baked goods. Exercise? P-shaw! I've conveniently given myself some "time off"

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I almost forgot to mention that we finally went to the Corn Maze! A couple of the 'ol roomies and myself joined by a couple buddies made it out. This was no easy task considering the level of pain mine and Cassie's bodies were in due to the previous evening of heavy drinking, I truly was unsure if I was going to make it. But make it I did and we corn-pleated the maze successfully, it was grand

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While hungover and watching TV yesterday this documentary came on and I was immediately riveted since I love old stuff and am especially fascinated by abandoned farmsteads. It was good, but I was a bit dissapointed in the lack of personalized stories regarding the farms, it was more a general history about the settling of the upper midwest and the rise and fall of farming culture. In any case

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No, fortunately I'm not getting sacked, but my supervisor is, well, getting laid off is I suppose the nicer term. This is quite sad since she has been here a very long time and is a very sweet lady. My very best office friend is also getting sacked b/c now that our manager is gone we have to answer to the next higher up now, who happens to be her mother, which happens to be against policy.

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-237030881630900322008-10-01T14:17:00.002-05:002008-10-01T16:06:45.162-05:00

I am a monstrous crab today, which can only be remedied by alcohol consumption. Alas, I am broke until friday and therefore have to drink what we have on hand, which isn't much.I missed my blogiversary again, so happy belated blogiversary to me. To celebrate, I will probably go home and sleep because today I hate people, then wake up, drink so that I can tolerate being around people, then go to

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I'm a bad daughter, I keep meaning to call my mother who's birthday was 2 days ago, but when I actually remember to do it I figure I'll do it later at a more convenient time, then forget when it is a convenient time. We aren't really big on birthdays in my family, I feel pretty lucky if any member of the fam so much as phones me on my birthday, or even a day or so off. In fact, my own father has

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I am experiencing such intense generalized anxiety that I'm shaking, and since the anxiety is generalized, I can't pinpoint the cause. It could be the pending move, but I don't know why I'd have anxiety about that other than I'm losing some bedroom square footage. So yeah, we found an adorable house in a great locale, and start the big move on Friday. I've been acting like a fool in my early-mid

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Praise the Lord for creating the Everybodyfields, I am in love with them, have been for a few months now.No rest for the weary, been a hectic coupla weeks, in a good fun-having sort of way. Was blessed to be able to go to Chi town last weekend to bask in the presence of Sally Poppins and MS flava. Camping this weekend in Madeline Island where we'll patronize the Island Oasis and hang with Bud.

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As I take a deep sniff of the air surrounding me, I find that the stench of my funk is not as pungent as it was mere months ago. The self-loathing not as constant and severe. I wish I could attribute this to my semi-regular shrink appointments, but I think it is more a matter of time (healing wounds and such) and sunlight and warmth. Mind you, I still have plenty of bouts of feeling that I am a

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Our volunteer is here....His son-in-law is Charlie Kaufman.That is so cool.

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So yeah (in case anyone cares), my trip to New Zealand that I returned from over 3 weeks ago now was -overall- very good in that I got to see a whole lot and it is stunningly beautiful there damn near everywhere. I would absolutely live there once I find a way to do it, unfortunately it is ridiculously expensive to fly there (and looking at flight prices recently it is getting ridiculously

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I leave in mere hours for New Zealand! I'm having high anxiety right now. I really hope this trip will reconnect me with my sister and brother-in-law and nieces and nephews. Not that we don't get along, I just am hoping to get back to a place where I feel comfortable and not so distant as I have been since my sister moved away, got married, etc. I want my family to know me and vice versa.I'm

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-38585157014998812042008-05-07T12:13:00.003-05:002008-05-08T13:02:34.514-05:00

Cripes, I seem to be addicted to reading goodreads reviews.I've also become obsessed with the Salton Sea. As I mentioned Betsy and I stopped there on our way to Joshua Tree. At first we drove through some new development with cookie cutter homes that were incredibly cheap trying to find some shoreline, but had to drive a little further to the actual Salton City where we were directed to a beach

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Whenever I think about women giving birth I think about Oedipus. Anyways, speaking of giving birth, I'm so excited that my dear friend Jenni has birthed a little girl, mostly because now she can drink again, but also because there is a new little person who will probably be pretty cool. She looks kinda chinese and has lots of dark hair, pretty cute as far as (newborn-3 or 4 month) babies go.Man,

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According to my googlescope from the past couple days, my negative outlook on life should start turning around. Or maybe it's the St John's Wort. Lately I've been wondering if I maybe, just maybe, hold on to my negativity because I find it comforting, and I worry if I were to feel better about myself and life I would somehow not be "myself", like it's my schtick or something, as if I would turn

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-88616163900010336142008-04-09T14:52:00.003-05:002008-04-09T15:26:50.953-05:00

I'm wearing quite an unflattering outfit today. Been having a run of frumpishness as of late in fact, well, pretty much all winter long. Frumpy clothes to fit my frumpy mood. Spring is slow to come this year, probably just as well. Co-worker Rachel and I have decided to succumb to the fat and happy lifestyle, we are just going to eat whatever we desire from here on out and dismiss physical

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San Diego was a hotbed of attractive fellas; surfer types, hipsters, deck hands, hmmm. Unfortunately when Betsy and I went for a stroll which included a stint along the naked beach, the dudes in the buff were not of the attractive variety.So yeah, California was all around pretty awesome. Betsy and I packed a lot of activity in which included sunburning myself badly the first day laying by the

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I kinda have a crush on Jemaine Clement (The Flight of the Conchords, Eagle vs Shark) pictured left. Good thing too cause I'm f**king going to New Zealand! Ticket is officially purchased. I haven't been this excited about anything in oh...a year maybe (except the badlands Jenni). I should be responsible and use the money for paying off my ridiculous debt, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to

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"But it's one thing to be aimless; it's another when you make targeted decisions in spite of your aimlessness. That's when the regrets and backtracking often happen"...." life is rarely linear, and careers are no different"more brilliancy from Carolyn Hax, makes me feel slightly better about my poor life decisions. I've kinda mellowed out in the past couple weeks, more like been distracting

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I am unsure how it is possible for me to start exercising regularly (relatively, as in 2-4 days/week), choosing and preparing healthier meals at least more frequently than before, quit working at a bakery where I'm constantly surrounded by tempting sweets in which I did indulge, and not only gain weight which I had hoped to attribute mostly to increased muscle, but also seem to be in possession

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If there are any of my vast readership that are a member of goodreads and actually browse the site, I highly recommend reading this young lady's reviews. I find them to be quite hilarious and smart, here's the link...http://www.goodreads.com/profile/JessicaSo now that I have this diagnosis, I find that I can conveniently use it as a viable excuse to cover a wide variety of sins and unhealthy

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I'm fairly certain that I'm dying...currently experiencing an out of the blue endless coughing fit that I'm certain means cancer- throat cancer, I probably have tongue cancer as well. I am a taurus after all. Well, if I do die, I hope people show up at my funeral.I stopped at my former bakery of employment this morning to pick up my tips and say hello to my friends. The cute barista was working

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Okay, so as much as I do enjoy wallowing in my self pity, I do realize that it is not all that attractive or productive to sit around and self-loathe. So I'm going to try my hand at changing my thought patterns on the advice of my good pal Jenni, and hopefully with the help of my new shrink, who I see for the first time tomorrow.Although in thinking about changing my thinking patterns I came to

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2008, the self-proclaimed "year of Shawna", looks quite a bit like 2007 so far. Oh, I have plans, and goals my friends, plans and goals. Unfortunately, I know myself, and myself seems to be quite adverse to change, fearful of failure, and therefore quite self-defeating. I mean really..the negative self-talk is fertile (fat, ugly, pathetic, a dissapointment), must blame family of origin for that

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-54586890311397931342007-11-28T11:59:00.000-06:002007-11-28T12:57:27.974-06:00

I want to shut my brain off for a while, get a good nights sleep, relax without feeling guilty that I should be doing something productive or worthwhile or creative or self-improving or world improving all the time. Not that I'm not plenty lazy cause I am. I totally feel scattered right now, and I'm starting to wonder if that feeling ever ends. A big part of me wishes I could erase the past

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-71378567080323541222007-10-10T20:52:00.000-05:002007-10-10T20:56:48.083-05:00

I guess it isn't very funny, but I saw my doctor at the local coffee shop, and I wasn't sure if I should say hey. I mean the woman is cool and all, and she's seen my crotch and felt me up in a doctorly way...I ended up ignoring her, was that rude?

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-42888569039926960312007-10-10T14:42:00.000-05:002007-12-27T09:20:16.930-06:00

Watched what some may call trashy (others may call touching and heartbreaking) television show 'shot of love' with Tila Tequila last night. I'm prepared to be thoroughly entertained at my base level by this.I felt like I had something funny to write about that happened yesterday, but it has left my brain.I have developed an attraction to this new barista at the bakery I work at, he looks

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-80809326629033169052007-10-02T21:25:00.000-05:002007-10-02T21:29:14.343-05:00

Well, that's a bummer. I'm still kinda slogging through my days at this point...sleep deprived and melancholy. Maybe I'll get my groove back one of these days, but winter approaches and the outlook isn't great.

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Hmmm, well, my shrink seems to think I'm depressed, which yeah, I'm in a bit of a funk but I don't think it is something more then a down period. Well, whatever, she's only seeing/hearing one part of me, one of my "selves".Badlands was freakin' awesome. This summer has been chock full of fun activities, too bad I've been in a funk, not that it has prevented me from enjoying things just kinda

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-57705825219801700962007-08-15T15:33:00.000-05:002007-08-15T16:14:01.585-05:00

Been listening to lots of angsty music lately to go along with my angsty mood I've been in for the past couple months...decided to go back to see a shrink though, thought it was about time. I've just been off lately, seem to have lost my zest and trying to get myself back on track I guess, back to a time when I was feeling good about myself and my life. Going to the badlands this weekend with

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-86626260714382881392007-07-31T14:09:00.000-05:002007-07-31T14:19:06.695-05:00

Here I sit in my new home...Almost cried today when my old landlord said the oven wasn't clean enough, not for me, but for Jake and Kat who scrubbed that thing for a good hour. Yeah, felt a range of emotions last night, it's kinda crazy when moving, and you get to the final stages where you feel like all your possessions are breeding and you will never get everything moved and everything clean,

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So, I've been reading through some of my archives as I tend to do from time to time and realize that my blog kinda sucks. It's like reading a journal from high school or early college when you thought you were at least a relatively smart and thinking person and seeing in plain print how immature you were. At least there is still some entertainment factor in that, if you can laugh at yourself

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-56247381116604740042007-07-18T12:56:00.000-05:002007-07-18T14:36:02.477-05:00

I still have 2 hours left of mind numbingness office work. I'm pretty sure I f-ed up the hard drive on my laptop by f-ing around with it trying to "fix" it with little to no computer knowledge. But I feel some endorphins trying to kick-start up there in my head, despite it being hot as balls here in MN, causing lethargy. Yeah, I'm feeling a little less slumpish, a little less anxious to try my

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-40023457441471588762007-07-05T17:16:00.000-05:002007-07-05T17:18:11.894-05:00

We found a place with cheap fresh fish, at the lake a mere 3 blocks from Cassie (and soon to be my) apartment, eureka.

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The slump continues..I don't know, just one of those blue periods I guess, not debilitating, just enough to make me want to drink copious amounts of beer and watch endless amounts of angsty teen drama (a.k.a. Dawson's Creek). People (mostly my office co-workers) irritate with their small talk and calling me "miss" (which I loathe). I need to start exercising. My vacation helped, always good to

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-64413268644294112292007-06-18T22:11:00.000-05:002007-06-18T22:23:07.377-05:00

There I am, dork extraordinaire. Haha, I even graduated with honors and considering I didn't put that much effort into my schooling, I was a little surprised. I guess it feels good to be done, I'm still plagued with self-doubt though. I've been kinda discombobulated lately about life. I'm really hoping that my much needed vacation coming up this week will get me in a more relaxed and happy

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Mostly I stare at a blank screen without anything to say when it comes to this blog. I'm currently utterly exhausted, bouts of insomnia, anxiety about relationships and life in general, been smoking like a fiend lately too, soon I'll be like my mother who seems to have a 3 pack/day habit.Tomorrow is my unofficial last day of school, next friday I officially graduate, it's over! Well, it doesn't

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-41415095271583374672007-05-24T16:54:00.001-05:002007-05-24T17:09:13.780-05:00

Perhaps a little melodramatic the other day, still in a state of major confusion but well, it's not that bad. I think I maybe sorta got offered a job at my internship, at least I got a "you should apply for a job here", which I think I might. The place is starting to grow on me plus the owner wants to hire people so he "can get out of the kitchen and work on the business", which means he won't

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-42182312036091901882007-05-21T14:28:00.000-05:002007-05-21T14:39:42.681-05:00

I'm in a state these days of uncertainty. Uncertain of where to live, where to work, if I've completely f-ed up my entire life, how I'm ever going to get out of debt, if I'll ever find love, if I'll ever care about my spiritual life again, if I'll ever move out of MN, if I'll ever care things going on in our world.So yeah.

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-18341300421066443302007-05-15T14:37:00.000-05:002007-05-15T14:53:44.195-05:00

Man, this Christian rock is sure bringing back a lot of memories, my earlier college days (pre-exposure to alcohol)...ah, I was fat and frumpy, way more anti-social then I am now, struggling internally with faith issues and getting myself into loads of debt. With my eyes closed I can transport myself right back to the coffee shock, where all the indie Christian kids would hang, or at least the

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-64773149430035807262007-05-15T13:00:00.000-05:002007-05-15T14:53:18.678-05:00

I'm currently listening to some Christian rock that I used to enjoy back in college, perhaps it'll kick start my lethargic soul, get that ember a-flamin', and I'll be a spiritual powerhouse, armed with delicious pastries and my Bible of course.I think I've decided on the career path that I would like to pursue, cake decorating, which was definitely a draw when I decided to get into this culinary

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-4182916213303752792007-05-06T14:49:00.000-05:002007-05-06T15:01:18.930-05:00

Recovering from my birthday shindig/90's throwback party with the girls. Apparently people had a good time, I was too concerned over whether or not everyone was having a good time, or thinking I'm a huge lameoid..at least all the food got eaten. Betsy also announced this here blog to a roomful of people that I'd prefer to not know that I have a blog as I'm not sure if I may have written

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-42063912736175538442007-04-25T16:48:00.000-05:002007-04-25T17:04:08.775-05:00

So, I got the internship, today was my first day, and I think overall it went well, but yeah, being in a new somewhat nerve-wracking situation doesn't always make me rise to the occasion. I get shy and unsure of myself, my natural inclination towards putsiness increases, and I tend to screw up (b/c I'm unsure of myself). However, I came through without making any major mistakes, everything got

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-40173791097234491252007-04-16T08:39:00.000-05:002007-04-16T11:55:06.647-05:00

So, I applied for this internship that my instructor recommended. I assumed when going to my interview for it, that I would have a similar experience to my classmates in that I would show up, we'd chat, he may ask me some questions, but that I'd essentially just be setting up the logistics. This, however, was not the case. I was questioned on my knowledge of the seven steps in the baking

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-74969362744248476152007-04-02T19:27:00.000-05:002007-04-02T19:38:40.379-05:00

So, I have to admit that I'm feeling a little down, I start school again on thursday for my last quarter, and I'm honestly just dreading it at this point, although hopefully once I get going it will be okay. I just want to be done, I'm tired of trying to balance my life and don't feel I've been doing a very good job of it lately. There's also a lot of changes coming up that, while mostly

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-42078446693071549012007-03-27T20:35:00.000-05:002007-03-27T20:40:43.248-05:00

My co-worker did indeed "get over it", and even bought me ice cream (which I felt a little guilty about). I had to meet with my boss, which was pertaining to my tardiness, and I'm proud to say I've been to work ON TIME ever since, pretty much effortlessly in fact, I mean, I'm honestly shocked at how easy it's been, so easy in fact, that I had time enough before work this morning to iron my skirt

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-9115885963870174412007-03-19T18:44:00.000-05:002007-03-19T18:52:47.269-05:00

So I really pissed off my co-worker, who I also consider a friend, basically I felt like a selfish ass. As a result I got reprimanded from my boss about my tardiness, and have to be on time to work from here on out since my tardiness/irresponsibility was the cause off the anger, and she was justified in her anger. I hope she gets over it as she says she will. I hate letting people down,

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-44357026903641057712007-03-08T11:38:00.000-06:002007-03-08T11:55:31.933-06:00

Other than the daunting final project I have due next week, life is moving along quite nicely, quite nicely indeed. I'm getting a hefty tax refund that will allow me to buy a slightly nicer beater than I had anticipated. Yeah, I've made the difficult decision to let go of the golf, she's had a good stint, stuck by me longer than any other car, and has maintained her quirky character. However,

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-29817234515326963422007-03-01T19:17:00.000-06:002007-03-06T11:21:39.318-06:00

Been a lack of blogging lately, I'd blame busy-ness, but really, it's mostly because I'm uninspired, like honestly, my brain is all mushy right now, for a variety of reasons.Anways..had an awkward moment at the local shop last night. One of the regulars, a kinda gangly middle-aged fellow, was there last night, and he's very friendly, but makes me feel slightly uncomfortable, like always comes

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-10166362440666339952007-02-26T08:38:00.000-06:002007-02-26T11:02:19.320-06:00

We had a touch of snow this weekend, something between 8-15 inches or something like that, supposedly the "storm of the century", but I'm fairly certain in the 27 years that I've been alive anyways I've experienced a few storms as bad or much worse. In any case, my beast of a car made me so very proud yesterday. She maneuvered through the wet and snowy streets yesterday with relative ease while

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I guess anyways, just having a slight bit o drama in my life right now, which seems to be on the way to settled though (I hope), and hopefully everyone will come out unscathed, probably disappointed, but not seriously scathed. In any case, it has caused a bit o stress which I don't really have the energy for at this point. Other than that, the usual, pondering such lofty ideas as grace,

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-12619011670560916312007-02-19T09:14:00.000-06:002007-02-19T20:54:50.475-06:00

How is it that people's perceptions on the same situation can be so utterly different? It makes me wonder if I'm delusional sometimes, when I hear someone's account of an evening, for example, a night of heavy drinking where I no doubt have made an ass of myself, and the next morning wake up thinking, "gee, I kinda made an ass of myself last night", and then I hear from someone else, oh yeah,

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-76845997342815730782007-02-15T13:05:00.000-06:002007-02-15T15:10:15.103-06:00

Ah yes, I've engaged in many a foolishly drunken evening it seems as of late, I think it's because I live with all these young'uns, or I'm trying to fit in as much social life as I can before school gets really hard as it's projected to be starting like, next week. I should assume a lack of social life for the next 4 months, but I know I'm weak-willed. G love delivered a good show last night,

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-2257337285292341312007-02-08T14:01:00.000-06:002007-02-06T23:18:00.734-06:00

It's done, the cake that is. I only stayed an extra 6 hours after class to finish it, only 3 hours after the other stragglers left. There was lots of swearing, whining like a small child, and near gushes of tears, those damn flowers kept breaking and at one point I barked to my instructor, who kindly asked how it was going "my flowers are ugly and I hate them". Well, my emotions have been

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-66597219525966243272007-02-06T23:15:00.000-06:002007-02-06T23:18:00.865-06:00

My poor little hands are sore from all this cake decorating, and I'm nowhere near finishing my cake, which needs to be done tomorrow.

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-2601845793868396842007-02-03T21:43:00.000-06:002007-02-03T21:53:34.880-06:00

I'm feeling a bit of stress as of late, big huge project due for school on wed. that will take up all my time until then, the project is designing a wedding cake for which we have to make "realistic" looking flowers out of gum paste. Gum paste is a nasty concoction of powdered sugar, glycerin, glucose, and a bunch of other stuff that is supposedly edible but would be gross to eat. Anyways, the

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-64541952928611899162007-02-01T17:39:00.000-06:002007-02-01T18:04:40.984-06:00

Betsy and Ben, and Jake in the backgroundCassie, me and Mary Kay trying to look like bad ass rockers, MK and Cassie look bad ass.Emily, who was our summer roommate, and me looking hideousThere's my lovely roommates, Jake and KathleenKevin and Taylor and BetsyMod cookies I made, aren't I swellAn Elvis cookie, again, I'm so swell

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-45128759910071893982007-01-28T11:51:00.000-06:002007-01-28T15:38:03.452-06:00

So we're having a bit of a cold snap here in MN, and the furnace broke yesterday, and apparently the part to fix it cannot be obtained until tomorrow. It seems odd that a furnace can't be fixed on a Saturday, especially when it is as cold as it is. The landlord gave us a couple space heater, which, in our quite large apartment really doesn't warm up the place, I selfishly snatched one for my

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-45606666672542964252007-01-25T14:18:00.000-06:002007-01-25T17:29:42.787-06:00

Perhaps I'd be better off living alone...our house looks nice though, we decorated for the party so almost everything of Lance's is put away. I will try to stop complaining/judging his aesthtic taste, I'm sure he thinks it neat and off-the-wall funky or whatever, and why wouldn't others like it? Olivia never liked my style when we lived together, so well, I guess it works all ways.I have decided

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-48366636337492455992007-01-24T09:56:00.000-06:002007-01-24T10:51:48.376-06:00

We've been successfully eliminating Lance's decor from our walls, and with each piece that comes off the wall I feel a bit lighter. First, the shower curtain over the bathroom window, then the beach towel in the dining room, last night I asked if we could take down the craft fair masks, and he's like "oh sure, I just bought them at the dollar store, no big deal" (like just about everything else

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-72610570469013152012007-01-18T16:49:00.000-06:002007-01-18T17:07:06.569-06:00

Yesterday I had a pretty bad day at school, I screwed up, was near tears, then was given constructive criticism on my piping skills, which almost made the tears start flowing (even though my instructor wasn't being harsh at all, I was just frustrated and stressed), then I screwed up again after already being very far behind, then the tears came and I had to just wash dishes. I'm not usually one

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-83379023582134981402007-01-15T21:42:00.000-06:002007-01-15T21:47:38.330-06:00

I come home yesterday to find that Lance has hung a towel in our dining room. I had a piece of decorative fabric, mostly to just take up wall space I wasn't to attached to it being there or anything, but apparently Lance thought it "ugly" and in it's stead, put up a beach towel with a moon and sun, an, in my opinion, ugly beach towel at that. Plus, it's an f-ing towel! I don't understand this

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-89585934013001471262007-01-13T20:30:00.000-06:002007-01-13T20:42:38.140-06:00

I have nearly accomplished painting my room, it is yellow, I'm not quite sure I love the color, but it is nice and warm and makes me happy, roommate Kathleen put a damper on my mood though by saying she thought it didn't look good with my already brown wall. I however, must remember that she chose a lavendar bathmat for our bathroom which consists of the colors green, brown, and a kinda mustardy

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-46857425316010859492007-01-11T14:53:00.001-06:002007-01-11T15:10:20.728-06:00

There is this really annoying girl in my class, for my program I'm basically with the same students for the whole year, but there is a new girl. She's an artist, so my instructor pointed this out and talked about how he too, likes to draw and scupt. Well, he starts demonstrating how to mix colors, and art girl gets all know-it-all about color theory. I found it to be distracting and not

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-18461846668746138912007-01-10T09:31:00.000-06:002007-01-10T10:42:49.810-06:00

We have been sans internet access for a couple days now. When Sarah left, she took the internet with her, but no worries, we thought, we can just steal it from our neighbors upstairs. After a couple weeks of feeling bad, I asked my housemates if they would be opposed to offering to split the cost with them, actually, I knew that they knew we were using their internet, and I didn't want them to

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-73160698101454420022007-01-07T10:39:00.000-06:002007-01-07T11:43:21.895-06:00

I made an attempt at accomplishing my goal, which failed miserably, almost made me cry and has left me with a headache. To try and be budget concious, Betsy and I trekked to the paintstore to check out their mis-tints, I found a couple colors, decided to try mixing them, ended up with crayola flesh color, and though I didn't get very far before deciding that I abhorred the color I still felt

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-81850611376179873402007-01-05T14:44:00.000-06:002007-01-05T15:24:35.281-06:00

I look especially dorkalicious in this photo Jenni and Sal dance with gustoWe are supposed to look like turtlesGetting our booze on per usual Let's assess...Sallow and unfortunate complexion, lack of eyebrow grooming (and lets be honest, hair in general), limp, lackluster hair/coon eyes due to sweatiness, embarrassing behavior both whilst drunk and sober.... I guess my hope will have lie in my

S'dizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15149637367416712938noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495403.post-72427005528257059792007-01-05T13:38:00.000-06:002007-01-05T14:03:14.114-06:00

Some tender moments while celebrating the new year......Jenni and Todd MS flava and Sally Todd and MichaelCassie and me..

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First, the fam.. There's me, my nephew the Tedmeister, and niece Clara (she's a cutie, ain't she). After further reflection, I've concluded that Teddy is in fact, a genius (takes after his auntie S'dizzle I think), note the faroff gaze, the intense train chewing, sure signs of an advanced mind, or a "special" mind, not sure at this point. Tedmeister reaching for some bubbles, special bubbles you

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Okay, so apparently Kathleen told Lance to just hang stuff up and we'd figure it out later..so he didn't just start hanging stuff willy nilly without our input.Also, he offered to let us watch his gay porn... ahem, I mean extensive movie collection anytime we want to.

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I arrived home from work yesterday to find that Lance had "decorated" and my first thought was sweet jesus. He doesn't quite posess the stereotypical "queer eye" so to speak, his style would be more eclectic and well, haphazard pretty much, basically take any strange/cheesy/random looking object and stick it on the wall. The weird thing is that he just went to town while we were all at work

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Okay, my poll was a flop as expected. I conceded to the friday evening party.Can't help it. . .must bitch about work. Basically I hate nurses, I hate how they don't do what is required of them, then we (myself and other support staff) have to fix their mistakes, and how they continue to make the same mistakes overandoverandoverandoverandover again without repurcussion and despite me asking them

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First, the poll....I realize that myself and like 2 or 3 other people read this here blog, but if anyone who may happen upon it by googling partylite sucks or marky mark wants to add there 2 cents, I'd appreciate it. My question...Is it better to host a party on Friday or Saturday evening? I'm of the opinion that Saturday is the more ideal day, one has the whole day to prepare, most people have

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Definitely one of those schlumpy/fat/ugly days. After a week or two of not feeling fat due to the illness during which I could not eat and consequently dropped a few pounds, am now feeling fat again due to holiday treats surrounding me everywhere I go. Have been looking in the mirror the past couple days and thinking ewww...face is pasty pale, tired looking, skin less than glowing. My ensemble

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I apologize if you are a person that believes that someone cares about how your holiday was, or someone that actually cares about how someone else's holiday was, however, I don't really care how your holiday was (unless you are a good friend, then I care), nor do I expect you to really care about mine, and yet that question flies about constantly post holiday and frankly it annoys me. Even if I

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Sitting here in my empty apartment. I have donned my gay apparell (jammies), and am watching Charlie Brown Christmas since Christmas is just about over and to watch it after Christmas would be sad, and it must be watched because it just must. In the olden days when I was a child, I would watch all the classics with my sister Romaine, Grinch, Charlie Brown, Rudolph, etc., we'd bake cookies

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I saw this guy I vaguely know last night while at the grocery store. I know him because I go to his art gallery pretty much every time it has an opening and I bummed him a cigarette once when at the local coffee shop so now he usually says hello to me amongst the crowd of pretentious art viewers, which is cool cause he owns the gallery and is all arty and stuff and he still makes a point to

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I have one of those freakishly long hairs growing from my cheek. I think I'll leave it there a while.

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Today is the first day of my winter break, have I mentioned yet that I have three weeks off of school, and only have to subject myself to the daily drudgery that is my job, but all that is required of me is putting in my 8 hours, no schoolwork, no exhausting and stressful 5 hour classes, just drudgery. I will try not to complain about work or co-workers during this duration. We are getting free

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